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Killjoy Headcanon Meme
Stick a symbol (or several) in my inbox along with a character, and I’ll tell you my headcanons!
✨: Clothing/appearance
☢: Radiation
🍑: Cooking/food
🎶: Music
🔫: Ray gun
🌸: Likes/dislikes/hobbies
❤: Friends
👊: Rivals
🌵: Weather/environment
❌: Draculoids
☔: Shelter/housing
⚠: Fears
👻: Spiritual beliefs/superstitions
📐: Art
⭐️: Desert nights
💊: BL/ind
⛽: Diner
💥: Anger/violence
❆: Mental health
⚡: Survival
💎: Wisdom/experience
🌑: Background
🌌: Random headcanon
The Four Levels of Dead
“Dead” isn’t ever as simple as “dead” in the Zones. Not when there are an awful lot of ways to be dead, and they aren’t all variations on the same theme. Don’t think of these levels as tiers; think of them as different entry points into the same sunken crater.
1. Dusted: Also known as ghosted, or x’d.
The most common form of dead. Refers to anyone who dies the old-fashioned, hardscrabble way. In essence: plain old murder. It’s the active kind of death that makes you feel alive right before it happens. Shot to death, knifed in a back alley, had your head caved in when you didn’t get out of the way of a set of tires fast enough - that’s ghosted.
2. Burned: Also known as dried, or parched.
The kind of dead that happens by neglect and nature. Dusted is active voice; it is what happens when someone does you in. Burned is passive voice; it simply happens to you. You get dehydrated, you starve, you end up spent and dying from heat exhaustion a million miles from help. Most who get parched are only discovered days or weeks or months after the fact. They usually die alone.
3. Dracked: Also known as masked.
What happens when BL/ind wants to prove a point and decides to use you to do it. They strap a draculoid mask over your head and strip you of your soul until you’re nothing but a shambling husk that can barely form coherent words, let alone remember what you were. Don’t listen to the dust angels who say that there’s a way back from it. There isn’t. The kindest mercy you can give to a drac is the decency of a proper dust.
4. Witch-touched: Often simply referred to as touched; also known as a phantom.
Someone who got themselves dusted or burned but shook the dirt from their soul, got right back up, and kept on walking. They say the Phoenix Witch puts people’s souls back in order if She thinks they’ve got unfinished business that needs getting to. The rarest kind of dead. Dismissal of this kind of dead would probably be more common if BL/ind itself did not consider it to be an acceptable level of dead. BL/ind also possesses an inexplicable interest in procuring those who are rumored to be touched.
absolutely revolutionary fashion idea: crop hazmat suit
this is my vision. this is why i want to become a fashion designer
So I like the idea, but I think a nice cut out v-neck would top it off
Why does this scream Show Pony to me.
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“Because they didn’t need to reveal themselves fully until Alien needed them. Needed the company and to be grounded because he lacked memories.” Ghost continues.
Jet nods, that makes sense, he guesses. “So..what does Lola suggest we do? How the hell do we infiltrate BLi?” He asked slowly, “And everyone gets out this time.” he glances meaningfully to Ghost. He didn’t want to go through any of them playing hero again.
Lola feels a bit overwhelmed. They barely managed to get out one person, let alone several. Lola doesn’t know how they’ll manage, but they’ll try to plan and make sure their in and out goes as smoothly as possible. And Lola will act as a watch guard while they find Alien and save him and warn them if anybody is coming. Lola doesn’t know what to do, but Lola knows they have to save Alien.
“Right…” Ghoul says quietly. Even if it’s all real, he still feels strange putting his faith into a being he can’t even directly interact with. “Yeah. We need a plan. Desperately.”
“They don’t- They don’t have a plan quite yet, but they’re going to try and make one that’ll go smoothly as possible. They’ll get us in, keep watch and warn us if anyone is coming, and help us get out with Alien. But as for the specific details, they don’t know yet.” Ghost looks to Lola, sensing that they’re feeling overwhelmed. He wants to help somehow but doesn’t know how.
Jet nods. He taps on the floor on the floor with his foot to get Pigeon's attention, who runs and pounces on his shoe. Jet laughs and scoops the kitten up in his arms. "We have time. We all gotta heal up." He said, petting the kitten, "But we can't give them too much time to recruit Alien. Kobes thinks they might use him as a model citizen."
“Because they didn’t need to reveal themselves fully until Alien needed them. Needed the company and to be grounded because he lacked memories.” Ghost continues.
Jet nods, that makes sense, he guesses. “So..what does Lola suggest we do? How the hell do we infiltrate BLi?” He asked slowly, “And everyone gets out this time.” he glances meaningfully to Ghost. He didn’t want to go through any of them playing hero again.
Jet glances at Ghoul, “As good as we’re gonna get.” he said with a shrug, and winced, “We’re tryin’ to come up with a game plan but it’s not going too well. Just wish there was an easier way to do this. I don’t suppose you have ideas of how to proceed? I mean, obviously we all need to heal up after all this. No sense in walking in there injured.” Jet stole another pointed glance at Ghoul during his last sentence.
Lola comes and sits on the floor beside everyone, comfortable just to listen in. They might be able to help with plans as they also know or can easily find out ways inside and out of BLi. They also know how to find Alien. But until, they’re needed, Lola is instead focused on paying attention to Ghost and hoping that he’ll be alright, as well as everyone else.
Ghoul sticks his tongue out at Jet at the shade and represses a laugh. He stays quiet, hoping maybe Ghost has any better ideas than the absolutely fucking nothing he and Jet have managed to come up with. He tries to disregard the talk of Kobra.
Ghost glances over at Lola for a moment before speaking again. “I don’t have anything, but Lola might-” He looks back at the others. “They’ve gotten him out before, I believe they can definitely help getting him out again.”
Jet sighed, “I guess Lola knows better than the rest of us. I don’t really understand how but they haven’t steered us wrong yet, right?” he said, “Not the first thing I’ve believed in that I can’t see, I guess.” He rubbed his shoulder gently. He feels a pang of anxiety just thinking about going back into BLi and tries to push it away.
Lola nods energetically at being able to get the others in. They begin to express that they know the ins and outs of Battery City, able to easily find blind spots since they have the ability to be unseen by the masses. There are secret abandoned entrances once used to deliver supplies. Combined with careful planning based off of Drac routes and patrols, Lola can guide them in, to Alien’s location, and out.
They sense Jet’s pang of fear, and try to send comfort his way.
Ghoul looks between Ghost and Jet for a minute before quietly asking, “So what’s up with Lola exactly anyway? Like, in all seriousness. All drama aside. Run me down.” He messes up his hair a little bit just to do something with his hands.
“Well, uh- first off, they say they know the ins and outs of the City and can easily find blind spots within the City for us. There’s other secret entrances we can use, since the tunnels are kind of- yeah.” He stumbles slightly through his translation of what Lola was telling him. “As long as we plan carefully, Lola can guide us in, get Alien, and get out. And regarding what you asked, Ghoul-” He looked towards Lola, hoping for some help with explaining them again.
Jet raised his eyebrows, “Don’t look at me, Lola is all Alien and Ghost.” He said, “You described them as a pink, fuzzy creature when I met them, right? Well…met. Lola seems to know how to calm down both Alien and Ghost, which is honestly super helpful.” He shrugs. He feels a strange wave of comfort and half smiles. He lets himself relax a little and settles into the couch.
Lola isn’t sure how to explain. They’re something similar to the Phoenix Witch, but not nearly as important or powerful. And they and Alien have a bond, that even Lola can’t describe. Even when he was a child in the city, he somehow subconsciously knew of Lola’s existence and could sense them, though he thought it was just his imagination as Lola stayed hidden then. Lola guides him and helped him as he turned into Party and helped him and the people around him. When he was caught, Lola had to reveal themselves to help Alien escape. When he was caught again, Lola revealed themselves to Ghost, trusting him to help Alien.
“Pink and fuzzy…” Ghoul mutters, but he tries not to let it cloud his judgement. “So they can help. Theoretically. That’s great. But what—?” He lets his silence do the talking here.
“They’re- they’re like the Witch in a way, but not as important or as powerful.” Ghost continues to explain, watching Lola to make sure he’s explaining correctly. “And yeah, they can help . They’ve helped us before too, especially Alien. Lola’s been around him practically all his life- and were the one who helped him out of there the first time.” He looks back over at the others. “They- they revealed themselves to me after- what happened- trusting that I, along with you guys, can help him again.”
"Lola's been around us for years then? Why didn't we know about them before?" Jet asked. He's glad Party and Alien have had a protector around them though, he's needed it with everything they've been through. "And yeah, we'll help Alien, of course we would."
Ghoul, to the rest of the Four: hey i want you to know that you're my three favourite people in the entire world and i'm so glad i met you
also Ghoul, to the rest of the Four: haha you fuckin dickheads
“I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK.”
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Jet glances at Ghoul, “As good as we’re gonna get.” he said with a shrug, and winced, “We’re tryin’ to come up with a game plan but it’s not going too well. Just wish there was an easier way to do this. I don’t suppose you have ideas of how to proceed? I mean, obviously we all need to heal up after all this. No sense in walking in there injured.” Jet stole another pointed glance at Ghoul during his last sentence.
Lola comes and sits on the floor beside everyone, comfortable just to listen in. They might be able to help with plans as they also know or can easily find out ways inside and out of BLi. They also know how to find Alien. But until, they’re needed, Lola is instead focused on paying attention to Ghost and hoping that he’ll be alright, as well as everyone else.
Ghoul sticks his tongue out at Jet at the shade and represses a laugh. He stays quiet, hoping maybe Ghost has any better ideas than the absolutely fucking nothing he and Jet have managed to come up with. He tries to disregard the talk of Kobra.
Ghost glances over at Lola for a moment before speaking again. “I don’t have anything, but Lola might-” He looks back at the others. “They’ve gotten him out before, I believe they can definitely help getting him out again.”
Jet sighed, “I guess Lola knows better than the rest of us. I don’t really understand how but they haven’t steered us wrong yet, right?” he said, “Not the first thing I’ve believed in that I can’t see, I guess.” He rubbed his shoulder gently. He feels a pang of anxiety just thinking about going back into BLi and tries to push it away.
Lola nods energetically at being able to get the others in. They begin to express that they know the ins and outs of Battery City, able to easily find blind spots since they have the ability to be unseen by the masses. There are secret abandoned entrances once used to deliver supplies. Combined with careful planning based off of Drac routes and patrols, Lola can guide them in, to Alien’s location, and out.
They sense Jet’s pang of fear, and try to send comfort his way.
Ghoul looks between Ghost and Jet for a minute before quietly asking, “So what’s up with Lola exactly anyway? Like, in all seriousness. All drama aside. Run me down.” He messes up his hair a little bit just to do something with his hands.
“Well, uh- first off, they say they know the ins and outs of the City and can easily find blind spots within the City for us. There’s other secret entrances we can use, since the tunnels are kind of- yeah.” He stumbles slightly through his translation of what Lola was telling him. “As long as we plan carefully, Lola can guide us in, get Alien, and get out. And regarding what you asked, Ghoul-” He looked towards Lola, hoping for some help with explaining them again.
Jet raised his eyebrows, "Don't look at me, Lola is all Alien and Ghost." He said, "You described them as a pink, fuzzy creature when I met them, right? Well...met. Lola seems to know how to calm down both Alien and Ghost, which is honestly super helpful." He shrugs. He feels a strange wave of comfort and half smiles. He lets himself relax a little and settles into the couch.
Jet glances at Ghoul, “As good as we’re gonna get.” he said with a shrug, and winced, “We’re tryin’ to come up with a game plan but it’s not going too well. Just wish there was an easier way to do this. I don’t suppose you have ideas of how to proceed? I mean, obviously we all need to heal up after all this. No sense in walking in there injured.” Jet stole another pointed glance at Ghoul during his last sentence.
Lola comes and sits on the floor beside everyone, comfortable just to listen in. They might be able to help with plans as they also know or can easily find out ways inside and out of BLi. They also know how to find Alien. But until, they’re needed, Lola is instead focused on paying attention to Ghost and hoping that he’ll be alright, as well as everyone else.
Ghoul sticks his tongue out at Jet at the shade and represses a laugh. He stays quiet, hoping maybe Ghost has any better ideas than the absolutely fucking nothing he and Jet have managed to come up with. He tries to disregard the talk of Kobra.
Ghost glances over at Lola for a moment before speaking again. “I don’t have anything, but Lola might-” He looks back at the others. “They’ve gotten him out before, I believe they can definitely help getting him out again.”
Jet sighed, “I guess Lola knows better than the rest of us. I don’t really understand how but they haven’t steered us wrong yet, right?” he said, “Not the first thing I’ve believed in that I can’t see, I guess.” He rubbed his shoulder gently. He feels a pang of anxiety just thinking about going back into BLi and tries to push it away.
It is extremely rare for any killjoy to sleep alone. All the ‘joys from the City aren’t quite used to how the temperature drops at night and they need it - and it feels like fuck you. They’re so touch-starved that they love any sort of contact. For Snow Storms, it’s how they grew up. They showed their affection and their friendship with touch and the only times they would’ve been sleeping alone are on the rare solo runs. It’s built into their brains.
The system here works out rather well for everyone.
Jet glances at Ghoul, “As good as we’re gonna get.” he said with a shrug, and winced, “We’re tryin’ to come up with a game plan but it’s not going too well. Just wish there was an easier way to do this. I don’t suppose you have ideas of how to proceed? I mean, obviously we all need to heal up after all this. No sense in walking in there injured.” Jet stole another pointed glance at Ghoul during his last sentence.
